This is a song about "Around the way babyy"

Is this just a phase i hate the way, it tingle's all around inside my brain

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

I didn't start off this way, i needed help, i turned it around,

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

But now i don't go the other way but the other way around

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Tread around the periphery

If i sent my dad letters

Move around and spread the curse.